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Oh the pale moon was rising above the green mountain, the sun was declining beneath the blue sea. When I strayed with my love o'er the pure crystal fountain that stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee. |
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She was lovely and fair as she rose in the summer. yet t'was not her beauty alone that won me. Oh no t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning that made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee. |
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The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading and Mary, all smiling, sat listening to me. The Moon thro' the valley her pale rays was shedding when I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. |
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Tho' lovely and fair as the rose of the summer yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me, Oh! no, 'twas the truth in here eyes ever dawning that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. |
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